What a day. Or should I say, what a three-am. I woke up about three this morning, and everything was spinning. And when I say spinning, I mean really spinning. It was horrible. I tried to talk myself out of it, but ultimately decided to wake up Abuela for help.
Unfortunately, I was interrupted en route by the overwhealming desire to throw up. Luckily, the bathroom was right to my left. I was sick for a while, then I decided to try to wake abuela.
She is, however, a profoundly heavy sleeper. So I went ahead and called Mommy, who was out at the time. Instead of my mother, I found myself talking to my bewildered brother Andrew, who instantly pressed to know what was going on, if I was okay and whether I had called for abuela. When I told him I hadn’t, because moving made me sick he stayed with me on the phone (even when I threw up again).
He said, “Okay, Elena, I know you don’t drink, but I swear to god you sound hungover”. I laughed and told him that might be because it was three in the morning and the world was spinning. He countered with the information that apparently, hangovers hit around three AM. Good to know, I’m sure.
The cause of my agony, however, was not drinking, but eating. Something I ate yesterday killed my stomach. I’m not surprised, but god was I unhappy. Anyway, Andrew was amazing and sweet and kept me from loosing it. I was scared off my ass. He had friends over, but he didn’t want to leave me alone.
He promised to tell Mom the minute she got home, and told me he was proud of me, and loved me. That means a lot coming from Andrew. If he were here right now, I’d give him a hug…
Anyway, I finally went to get abuela, and sat with my face on the toilet seat cover for a half hour. Every time she suggested we move, I threw up again. Unpleasant.
Today I spent the day recouping. It was kinda lousy. But I lived 
Didn’t throw up again, and had soup. Later, I went to get my hair done and buy candy for everyone
Night!
Elena
